Nowaru

— As much as it takes! — The Tilian stood up and, while speaking, methodically gestured with his hands. — It’s always easier to escape reality than to stay! No matter how much life torments you, fall, but get back up! If you can’t live, but only exist, then why torture yourself, why not relieve the suffering? But if you have even a grain of courage, get up and move forward! Because you are one of us!

Adilika was a little confused by the Tilian’s assertiveness, but most importantly, she felt something familiar in him, something kindred. The sound of the sea, ship sails fluttering in the light breeze, beautiful tropical islands hidden in the thick mist of the morning fog, all these memories flashed before the Tilian’s eyes for a moment. The unrestrained crying subsided for a second, allowing memory to restore fragments of past events.
-B-b-but I have nowhere to go... - the Tilian mumbled. - I-I don’t have a place in life anymore... Everyone betrayed me, everyone abandoned me, I have nothing...